Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave birth to half these styles, you pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy suing Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
I'll have these rappers easing back, rhyme a swagger,
Feed girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra,
If was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an when
They bring the I'll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can that fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes like rumours,
living proof that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the that came from the crop,
I'll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name the top,
And what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there's no in my chest,
Left for lungs, yes the yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around neck,
Constricting breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in arseholes faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for opposition but I the
competition I found was in a mirror.

Verse Two -
When Pressure steps to the batters you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to break new like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me what I do, I'll them mate,
And tell them I'm a rapper as I her up in gaffer tape,
make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on dick,
Honest, if they the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so cross me,
I'm highly explosive; you're a playing with matches,
I break you give hairline fractures,
actors keep it real? You're really wak it's fact,
You spit one-liners while I the finest chapters,
Perhaps time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when they're poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far we're to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them their tongues like epileptics,
Then I'll respect it, I come clean as if my was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn't fresh,
I'm on a higher of divineness, so call me your highness,
There's only things that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hilltop Hood the mic.